We call him
Over and over again,
Sitting next to the phone,
Waiting
And praying,
And crying,
And praying again;
That he had reached home safe
And fallen deep asleep;
Or switched off his phone
After our fight last night;
Or run away
With the guy
His father is so against.
Anything’s better than
What the Police states…
They’ve found a body
In the bottom of the lake.
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 
Tragic, but you reach the heart. In a few words you say a lot. Kisses
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Thank you, Yvonne! I try.
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💝🙋🏼♀️😘🌹
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You capture that dread very well in a few words.
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Thank you, i’ve seen that dread in my parents when i… I was facing extreme depression and was lucky not return in a coffin. I’m still fighting the disease every day but i remind myself what is at stake. Even after 14 years, my mother still says, ‘anything’ is preferable to that.
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I am so glad you came through that.
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that is so sad 😦
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Hey John, originally this was a photo prompt piece where a woman was reading the Bible while sitting next to the phone. But later, i realised she was not old enough for the role. 🙂
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Yikes
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